Windswept and Rain-Tossed, Deathbone Emerges from Seclusion (4K)

"Is the calamity over?"

"I dunno either."

"Probably... over?"

The next day, the morning sun slowly rose in the east, dispelling the darkness that had shrouded the skies above many territories.

The long night had passed.

Monsters bred from the shadows, mutated flesh, monsters born from pregnant wombs... as well as reddening rivers and flickering bands of light...

All kinds of ominous phenomena and strangeness gradually weakened in the latter half of the night.

"I heard those bigshots say that these ominous phenomena were signs of the monsters' source."

"The weakening and even disappearance of the ominous phenomena means that the monsters' source—the Filth—has been destroyed! Friends! We've weathered the disaster and welcomed the true dawn!"

In a certain place, amid a ruined street, a man wiped the blood from his face and forced a smile.

There was a wound on his arm, with granulation tissue sprouting from it.

He should have ended up like all the other injured professionals, having his vital essence drained and flesh devoured by that tissue until he perished completely.

But that hadn't happened. The granulation tissue was like a frost-struck eggplant, lacking much vitality.

The man decisively cut away the flesh around the wound. Sure enough, no new granulation tissue grew.

This undoubtedly meant that the "Flesh Disease" had weakened and the calamity had receded.

The man told the others so, but the smile on his face was somewhat strained. He stared blankly into the distance, his gaze passing over the collapsed buildings toward the outskirts of the city.

Outside the areas covered by miracle territories... or rather, on the outskirts of the miracle territories, the Red Mist still drifted.

To ordinary professionals, they didn't understand monster factions, flesh, shadows, or gestation. They only knew that areas where the Red Mist drifted were the